Some mimosas, he says, some mimosas. He's not even gonna question the choice, that's fine, it's the implied quantity that earns Magnus an arch look. Is Magnus ordering for him now? Or does he want to dual-wield mimosas? Is he supposed to get a funnel? Gonna beerbong some brunch liquids, Magnus? "Yeah, sure, you want like a trough or could I maybe just start you off with a glass, like a human being."

It's not a question. It's not even unfond. He's having a blast, here. Maybe this should be the place's gimmick. Come for the food, but stay for the roast.

"Go, sit, I'll be back to make fun of your food choices in a sec."